The ghouls and spectres will soon be gathering… here in Transylvania must be the beating heart of Hallowe’en, and here are the images to prove it. Whaaahaahaahaa… Wrap up warm tonight, against the deadly touch of the freezing wind whips up your trouser legs and makes every hair bristle in terror. Is that the wind howling, or the eldritch shriek of the dead, screeching to be let out of purgatory?
Encroaching doom appears as a hellish sunset over Piatra Craiului
Vlad III, Voivoide of Wallachia, known forever as the Impaler Vlad Tepes, watching over his home town of Sighisoara
A Transylvanian place to Rest In Peace…
The Hand of Glory (or a chicken’s foot)
Modern-day impaling: the Thing on the Spike (NB dripping blood) in Bucharest
Ancient cross below Bran Castle, with power symbols and runic writing
The house in Sighisoara where Vlad Tepes, Vlad III, Dracula, was born
“Golden lads and lasses must, like chimney sweepers, come to dust.” None of us gets out of here alive… (stone carving in the Gothic Cathedral, Sibiu)
A stake in Transylvania….
Bran Castle’s weapons of death
But not all of us will be outside watching witches whizz overhead in the black night sky….
Some of us don’t give a rat’s right knacker about the Undead, enjoying a dreamless snooze in front of the fire
Around the world, Transylvania has one name associated with it above all others. I’ll admit to coming here in the first place for a week’s holiday partly because of the toothy aristocrat, but it was more to do with 1960s nostalgia and my big sister than any Gothic tendencies. My sister Ginny liked the hoary old Hammer Horror films with imposing figure of Christopher Lee as Dracula, menacing nice English girls in leafy London suburbs… read more
The stage show I worked on in 1978: spooky, elegant nonsense